Here used to be
A high idol with many fights,
Which was named the Cromm Cruaich;
It made every tribe to be without peace.
'T was a sad evil!
Brave Gaels used to worship it.
From it they would not without tribute ask
To be satisfied as to their portion of the
hard world
He was their god the withered Cromm with
many mists,
The people whom he shook over every host,
The everlasting kingdom they shall not have.
To him without glory
They would kill their piteous,
wretched offspring
With much wailing and peril,
To pour their blood around Cromm Cruaich.
Milk and Corn
They would ask from him speedily,
In return for one third of their healthy
issue,
Great was the horror and scare of him.
To him noble Gaels would prostrate
themselves,
From the worship of him with many
man-slaughters,
The plain is called "Mag Slecht".
They did evil,
They did beat their palms,
They pounded their bodies,
Wailing to the demon who enslaved them.
Around Cromm Cruaich,
The hosts would prostrate themselves,
Though he put them under deadly disgrace,
Their name clings to the noble plain.
In their ranks (stood),
Four times three stone idols,
To bitterly beguile the hosts,
The figure of the Cromm was made of
gold.
Since the rule of Herimon,
The noble man of grace,
There was worshipping of stones,
Until the coming of the good Patrick of
Macha.
A sledge hammer he applied to the Cromm,
He applied from crown to sole,
He destroyed without lack of valour,
The feeble idol which was there.
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There came
Tigernmas
prince of Tara yonder,
On Halloween with many
hosts,
A cause of grief to them was
the deed.
Dead were the men of Banba's
host without happy strength,
Around Tigernmas, the
destructive man of the North,
From the worship of Cromm
Cruaich,
It was no luck to them.
For I have learnt,
Except one fourth of the
keen Gaels,
Not a man alive lasting the
snare!
Escaped without death in his
mouth'.
Dr Kuno Meyer's
translation of the Dindshenchas of Mag Slecht"
http://www.shee-eire.com/magic&mythology/Myths/Dinnshenchas/MagSlecht/Page1.htm